Today I was late for class. It was my own fault because I stayed up late the night before. I slept in and I had to catch my bus at a later time than usual. I felt disappointed in myself because I generally pride myself on having a good attendance. We learned the final part of the Alexander Technique. It is called “Non-Doing”. Basically it's all about how less is more, even with stage acting. Then we learned about the Rudolph Leban technique. Christopher gave us some pretty good quotes today. “You have the power to shift” and “Give yourself permission not to know”. The word of the day/week was consistency. That basically means be your own personal best and don't compare yourself to other people. I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time comparing
The egg hissed as it glided across the frying pan. The oozing whites grew opaque, fluffed up, and sizzled near the pan’s edge. Otherwise the house was surrounded with a disconcerting silence. I drummed my fingers impatiently on the kitchen counter. I glanced at the clock again. 9:00 Am. I sighed. Only an hour had passed since I rolled out of bed, and I was already struggling with this seemingly easy English assignment. Initially I had scoffed at the idea of becoming unplugged when it was introduced in class; I perceived it to be effortless. However, with 23 hours remaining I realized that abstaining from technology was far more challenging than I had anticipated.
I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.
I am only going to refer to my personal scan rate for the month of December, 2017. The December ER-KBMA -Compliant Form documents three non-scan medicinces
As a Lieutenant in the Northfield Village Fire Department I was responsible to respond to and supervise fire suppression and medical emergency duties by evaluating situations, supervising and coordinating operations, ensuring personnel safety, coordinating emergency incident response, conducting overhaul operations to minimize smoke and fire damage, determining cause. During emergency and training operations I worked closely with other department coordinating emergency operations using the incident command system. I was also responsible for preparing and provide training classes for station personnel, completing fire and EMS reports, preparing correspondence and maintaining personnel records.
November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K
When I joined the military, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. It is one of the main reasons why I decided to join the Reserves and not Active duty. The other main reason was because I knew the Reserves would still pay for college while I was only active one weekend a month. Growing up in Killeen, Texas – I was right beside one of the largest Army post which is Fort Hood. I had a lot of friends whose parents were in the military, and two distant cousins who were also in the service. All I knew, (or thought I knew) was they had good money.
This summer, I took a shopping trip to target for a late night snack attack. Before checking out at the cashier stand, I strolled through the one dollar spot. If there’s anything I’ve gained from my mother, it's to never ignore a good deal. It was mainly cheap plastic toys for kids but, yet something caught my eye. A Dr. Seuss section, filled with little metal lunch boxes, pencil pouches, sippy cups, and pencils. From Green eggs with ham to One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. I immediately started sifting through these goodies. Dr. Seuss had been the foundation to my reading journey. Reading all his books since I was six. For Dr. Seuss to fit into my epiphany moment, let me give you a brief but important background to me, Belinda Coronado.
Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.
I walked out of the locker room and stepped onto the ice in Valley City to start the game for third place in state. Once my team and I were all on the ice we started doing our warm ups. Soon the buzzer goes off telling us we are done with the warm ups and we all skate to the bench.
In my writing I had many challenges that i had to overcome. Since I was doing a biography, my objective was to find information about that person on what he does and comes from. So I would go find my resources from multiple online sites and see if that site is suitable for my essay.
The brain is 3.3 pounds, has 86 billion nerve cells, and makes up 2% of 100% of people. Though this organ belongs to all people, it is still unique to everyone. The decision made, emotions felt, and life that was lived can be held in the palms of a person's hand.
Personal Narrative I am listening for the sound of the front door. I know for certain
When I first entered high school, I thought I knew everything I possibly could about writing essays. During my freshmen year, I made good grades in my English class, which only furthered my enormous ego with my ability to write. Moving into sophomore year, a new teacher came to North Murray High School, and I was lucky enough to receive Mrs. Kim Knight for my tenth grade honors English class. She was like no other teacher I have even experienced, Knight, from the very beginning, pushed me in absolutely everything. The first essay was assigned, and I knew I was going to do wonderful. I felt very confident in turning my essay in until she came back with them graded and gave a long speech about how many of us had work ahead, but that was good because she was going to teach us how to compose an essay. Despite the speech, I had some confidence left that my level of writing was good enough to satisfy her criteria. When I received my essay, I could barely rad it because of how many red marks took up the pages. Now my grade was not terrible; I received a high eighty, but that’s when I realized my ability to
Here is my final story before we end the show right here tonight. And please, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, try this at home or on a freeway. Ok, here we go. So I get into my black Mercedes after I visited some restaurants the in Los Angeles area with some cute and funny girls that wore red dresses, black high tops, and their hair in buns. We were playing Super Mario 64 for the Nintendo 64 in the restaurant bar. You know, the old Nintendo 64 that was made back in the 90’s. I wanted one for Christmas in the 90’s but mom didn’t get it for me because she said I was too old for that gaming system. I may be older but I am still young at heart. Anyways, I was driving on the empty freeway I noticed that there were bright, yellow lights, lots of trash
“Do not withhold good from those who deserve it when it’s in your power to help them”, (Bible Proverbs 3:27 NIV). Even in the midst of your heartache, it is important to help others. To love is to be selfless in the presence of someone else’s troubles.